Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Trojans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Scientists,
Y Pants,
Alice Coltrane,
Brothers Johnson,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Royal Trux,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
Qualms,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
June Days,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sister Nancy,
Crime,
Deepchord,
Michelle Simonal,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bill Wells,
Negative Approach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boredoms,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Aswad,
The Trojans,
Bootsy Collins,
Blossom Toes,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Half Japanese,
Robert Görl,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Rekid,
Roxette,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.